My children crack me up all the time….the things they say, the conversations we have, the funny lyric adaptations they make in order to sing along with their older sisters’ music. Here are a few excerpts from the last few weeks to make you chuckle:
“Mama, I know what happens to the food when you eat it.”
“You do? Tell me.”
“It becomes like compost in your small and large intestine. I know what happens to it when you are finished with it, too.”
“You do? Tell me.”
“I can’t. It would be too awkward.” This from a child who brags about his gas passing abilities and delights in making us all desperately roll down the car windows.
Singing Uptown Funk:
Real lyrics: “This hit, that ice cold
Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold”
Boys lyrics: “This bit that mice bold Michelle piper that white cold”
This was done complete with dance steps.
Then there is that paragon of the beloved Nanny who sings about us all taking a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down: Mary Pottmits.
We do not drive a 21 year old Lincoln Town Car. We drive a Lincoln MOUNTAIN car.
Today I mediated an argument about whether Dark Vader died at the end of movie four or six of Star Wars, and whether it was Obi Want Kenobi or Luke Skywalker who was present at his funeral pyre (or, in their words, when he burned.)
And then there are the theological discussions. Today we discussed why it was NOT sin for Jesus to turn over the money changers’ tables in the temple and why bad guys were crucified on crosses, too. Curious George is starting to ask the pressing questions.
I love being here to hear it all…the hilarious, the solemn, the curious. I wish sometimes that I could crawl into their brains and figure out just how it is that they are experiencing the world. If what comes out of their mouths is any indication, it must be interesting in there!